Daily Archives: October 30, 2002

Another PoorJoe Burrito (Rice, cheese, and leftover soup.)
1 bottle of water
5 Mother’s Iced Oatmeal Cookies
1 cup of 2% milk
no exercise tonight….maybe. I still have an hour to decide if I want to goto the gym or not.
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1 iced rasberry breakfast bar
6-8 pretzels…
**sigh** The “Suzanne break-up” diet is not getting me the results that I want. I think it’s cause of the breakfast bar. Maybe I should just have a vitamin for breakfast?
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Actually music is one of the roots of my problems at the moment. Bad Pop/Love Songs. I think that I will use this topic for my other journal though…..
O. K. enough aimless ramblings. Tomorrow, it’s time to dish out some good, deep, personal stuff while this journal is still new and under the radar….
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There’s a storm outside, and the gap between crack and thunder
Crack and thunder, is closing in, is closing in
The rain floods gutters, and makes a great sound on the concrete
On a flat roof, there’s a boy leaning against the wall of rain
Aerial held high, calling “come on thunder, come on thunder”
Sometimes, when I look deep in your eyes, I swear I can see your soul
Sometimes, when I look deep in your eyes, I swear I can see your soul
It’s a monsoon, and the rain lifts lids off cars
Spinning buses like toys, stripping them to chrome
Across the bay, the waves are turning into something else
Picking up fishing boats and spewing them on the shore
The boy is hit, lit up against the sky, like a sign, like a neon sign
And he crumples, drops into the gutter, legs twitching
The flood swells his clothes and delivers him on, delivers him on
Sometimes, when I look deep in your eyes, I swear I can see your soul
Sometimes, when I look deep in your eyes, I swear I can see your soul
There’s four new colors in the rainbow
An old man’s taking polaroids
But all he captures is endless rain, endless rain
He says listen, takes my head and puts my ear to his
And I swear I can hear the sea
Sometimes, when I look in your eyes I can see your soul
(I can reach your soul)
(I can touch your soul)
Sometimes
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Current music: James – Sometimes (Lester Piggott)

among my many whorish qualities, is that I am a secret cell phone whore.
The latest phone I want. The new AT&T commercial where the girlfriend is taking pictures and sending them to her boyfriend playing poker.
I want a phone that can take pictures. That would be so cool
O. K. whorish moment is over. Back to reality
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